Orlando and I – Misty Mountain Dreams

by Oct 18, 2004Stories

“Not yet?”
She shook her head, and he nodded. “It is nearly nightfall. The Princes will want to leave.”


We set out an hour after the sun had set. The horses carried us past the Ford and well into the canopy of the trees. I thought the forest was beautiful especially with the moonlight slanting through the trees and shining on our grey elven cloaks. The night was clear and the air cold. I wrapped the cloak tighter around myself to ward off the chill. Orlando rode beside me. I knew our journey would be long and restless, but I was prepared none the less. After all I couldnt let him go off and have all the adventure. We would stop at Lorien first to gather supplies and then make our way down the Anduin River towards Gondor. I still wished we could use horses, but the Princes informed me that boats would be faster and simpler. We would take a path through the Misty Mountains, which was the part I was dreading the most since there were barrow wights. We would reach them by daybreak if we did not stop. We were mainly silent throughout the journey, and it drove me to a near point of insanity. I had to do something. I was never good at making conversation if hearts were somber, however, and I decided a song would be good for the night. So I began….

“Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day.”
Orlando turned to me and smiled. Elrohir slowed his horse’s footsteps and approached me.
“Where did you learn to sing like that?” he asked.
“Like what?” I replied with a confused expression on my face.
“The only other voice I have heard which could remotely compare to yours is…no it could not even be possible.”
“What?” I asked again.
“The only other voice I have heard to rival yours would me the maid Luthien. But her spirit has long passed to Mandos Halls. Has she yet been reborn?”
“Kyla,” Orlando took my hand. “Elrohir, may I speak with our nightingale alone?”
Elrohir bowed and increased his pace. Orlando finally turned to me. “Luthien was said to be the fairest in the world, and her voice could melt any heart including Morgoth’s.”
“But I am not her.”
“No, you are not,” he replied. “But you sing like an angel and that is what you are to me,” he smiled and I smiled back.
I soon got the others to talking finally. The Princes told the story of the War of the Ring and even before when their mother Celebrian was kidnapped by orcs and of how they saved her, but she was forever stained by her memories. She departed for Valinor before Elrond and still does live out her immortal life there. We shared stories and very soon Orlando and I shared jokes and funny stories of back home though many of the others did not pick up on our `wise cracks’.
We finally stopped to rest at daybreak, and I set out my blanket and pillow. I closed my eyes as I settled down to sleep Orlando beside me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked over my head. I could feel his breath against my forehead as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. I kept my eyes closed though I heard his voice whisper my name.
“Kyla…” he began but thinking I was asleep, he stopped and turned to lay down himself. I finally found sleep though it was daytime, but when I dreamed I still saw nightmares.

Kyla walked amidst a dark forest clothed in nothing but a transparent black shift stretching to the ground. Her hair fell in dark curls behind her, and the moon fell on it riddling it with tranquil beams. Her crimson eyes sought out the darkness welcoming it with open arms. She felt the presence of another and she turned meeting him with a smile. He held out a hand toward her, but she stepped back with a smile and dared him to catch her. Kyla ran her long black cape trailing behind her in the wind. Her footsteps were light and quick but his were quicker, and he finally caught her cape and wrapped himself in it drawing her into his arms. Kyla smiled sinking herself into his familiar and warm presence and finally melting her mouth against his…

“Kyla…” the voice brought me out of my dream though I nearly did not want it to.
I opened my eyes, and Orlando helped me to my feet and handed me a glass of tea. He informed me we would be moving on soon. I noticed it was nearly dark out and fog unfolded us. I also noticed a rope was tied around my waist. It lengthened out and was fixed to Orlando’s waist.
“This is for both of our protection,” he explained. “If we are separated from the group, we will not be separated from each other. My rope is tied to Elrohir’s, but I shall always hold yours.”
I rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Thank you for the `protection’.”
“You’re awful snippy.”
“I’m tired.”
“Not enough sleep?”
“No,” I replied with a sigh.
“Dreams again?”
I nodded, and I knew he would ask what they were. I related my dream to him, and he suggested it could have been him, but I shook my head. “No, it didn’t feel like you.”
“Why what do I feel like?” he asked with a grin.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” I asked looking around to make sure we were not within ear reach of anyone else.
“You’re warm and familiar. You always make me feel safe. The kiss in my dream was more possessive. But it was not merely on the other person’s part. It was my part too. We were hungering in passion. You’re not like that. We’re not like that together. We might be someday, but not now. And the person in my dream felt cold and bitter and wanted me to rid him of the sensation, and I did gladly.”
“Kyla, it was just a dream.”
“But he came to me in Rivendell. That was not a dream. And this is not either,” I turned my head and flipped my hair back to show a tiny bite mark. Orlando traced it with his fingertips and I saw rage instantly come into his eyes. Before he could turn to the others to speak, I gripped his arm. “Orlando, there’s magic involved here. I know it.”
“It doesn’t make sense Kyla. How could someone harm you in a dream?”
“I don’t know. I just need you right now,” I slipped my arms around his back and rested my face in his collarbone. “Please, I just need you with me. I need you to tell me everything will be all right.”
“That I will promise.”


They continued on with the horses, but soon the animals grew too nervous in the fog, and the travelers had to blindfold them. Kyla led her horse beside Orlando’s. The rope was still firmly tied to both of them and to Elrohir, but with each passing moment, Kyla grew more uneasy. She wished they would have camped during the night and proceeded during the day. Something within these mountains turned her stomach to rot and passed all happy memories away like forgotten murmurs in the wind. The fog increasingly became wetter and colder, and soon the mist and fog became so thick Kyla could barely see the horse’s flicking tails before her. To her side was simply fog; she could no longer see Orlando, though she still felt the rope. However, when she called out to him she received nothing but silence. Kyla’s eyes widened as shivers crept up her spine.
“Orlando Bloom, you answer me right this minute.”
She tugged on the rope and a shadow loomed out before her much larger than Orlando. The horse reared up on its hind legs and retreated into the fog as the figure approached. Kyla tried to run, but she did not know where to run to and it was far too late now. A hand colder and stronger than iron gripped her neck, and two pale eyes met hers. She tried to scream but nothing came out.
“We have been waiting for you,” a deep cold voice spoke.
Kyla felt cold, but she forced herself to remain awake. The grip became stronger as if it sensed her determination and scorned upon it. Something deep within Kyla had awoken, and she felt a sudden longing to kill this creature, but as soon as it welled up inside her throat, the passage was cut off by the iron hand, and the last thing she remembered was a cold touch shredding her clothes.

I awoke in a dark cave with my hands folded across my chest. I was clothed in a transparent white shift, and I noticed a pale greenish glow surrounding me. On my head was a gold circlet and a chain of gold was about my neck. Across my neck was a dagger and a shield lay beneath my feet. They over dead sea and withered land.”d kill me soon, I knew. But the song would come first. So this is what I came to Middle Earth for? To die?


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